Only in My Dreams, a poem by Diane Leopard at

Only in My Dreams

Only in My Dreams

written by: Diane Leopard



We walk together hand in hand
Through fragrant woods
Where bluebells stand,
Where dappled light shines through the trees
and dances all around.

Reflecting on our yesterdays
Dreaming of tomorrow,
We talk and laugh, whilst
nature’s blanket keeps us close
free from harm and sorrow.

As morning birds start to sing
I turn to see your face, but find
an empty pillow lying in your place.
Now all’s no longer as it seemed
For I can only hold your hand
When you’re the dream I dreamed.

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